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Bull frogs have no voice this rainless night,
crickets are done with their song...
no contentment reigns in this warm silence
where human fears reverberate, in the
still of this crazy summer month...

t's a foggy scenario, for these health workers,
they're white shadows
witnessing silent struggles inside hospitals,
outside houses, amidst crowds...even in places
frequented by homeless people...

white shadows know despair felt by the
sick, separated from families and friends,
white shadows know when anxiety and fright
settle in the air...they feel when death is nigh...
they conceal their worries, their fears,
well behind their masks......yet, no one is
invincible...........white shadows die, too.

i strain my eyes...something flickers
in this dark, navy night...

"Come, fireflies...
be with us, though briefly, in this
moment of uncertainty......tonight,
i see your shy, quivering dots of fire,
braving the darkness...just like these
selfless white shadows, struggling to
overcome fear haunting their hearts,
come fireflies...
share your magical glow with them,
may their faith and hope never wane,
may this heavy fog melt, and fall like rain,
may this plea stand strong...be not in vain."
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(it's hard not to write depressing poetry,
when days and nights seem an eternity...)


Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
   April 13, 2020

I tried chasing some fireflies,
In hopes of a good art.
I kept them inside a jar,
Shake 'em, when it's all dark.

They couldn't break the whole night,
But they could make it even better.
For a moment I just smiled;
Happiness exceeded any letter.

I made a worthy art or two,
And I wanted to make more.
But the fireflies wanted something else:
To be free, just like before.

I don't know how, but it was broken.
They have flown already too far.
And in silence I realized,
It is I, who has been inside a jar.